There is no more iconic summertime Sacramento activity than visiting one of the city's storied ice cream parlors, so Joe the Plumber and I decided to go to Gunther's Ice Cream Parlor on Franklin Blvd.We arrived at the height of the crush. The stress was incredible. We were trapped in a hellish seventh level of an ice cream inferno - noisy, crowded, grasping - a Willy-Wonka-like hellscape. After 40 minutes, we finally retrieved our garbled order and walked outside into traffic, grateful for the stress relief of just dodging cars. They do an amazing job there at Gunther's, don't get me wrong, but trapeze artistry or BASE jumping is more relaxing.
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